Those who seek God with their
faces not even turned towards him, who, instead of beholding the
Father in the Son, take the stupidest opinions concerning him and
his ways from other men--what should they do but go wandering on
dark mountains, spending their strength in avoiding precipices and
getting out of bogs, mourning and sighing over their sins instead of
leaving them behind and fleeing to the Father, whom to know is
eternal life. Did they but set themselves to find out what Christ
knew and meant and commanded, and then to do it, they would soon
forget their false teachers. But alas! they go on bowing before
long-faced, big-worded authority--the more fatally when it is
embodied in a good man who, himself a victim to faith in men, sees
the Son of God only through the theories of others, and not with the
sight of his own spiritual eyes.
Donal had not yet seen the lady. He neither ate, sat, nor held
intercourse with the family. Away from Davie, he spent his time in
his tower chamber, or out of doors. All the grounds were open to
him except a walled garden on the south-eastern slope, looking
towards the sea, which the earl kept for himself, though he rarely
walked in it. On the side of the hill away from the town, was a
large park reaching down to the river, and stretching a long way up
its bank--with fine trees, and glorious outlooks to the sea in one
direction, and to the mountains in the other.
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